Infinitely Losing My Edge

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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Whodini. All the underground hits.

All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Make Up, Bob Dylan, Oppenheimer Analysis, Radiohead, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Fugazi, Subhumans, Derrick Morgan, Sällskapet, the Association, Boogie Down Productions, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Sexual Harrassment, In Retrospect, Aural Exciters, Cluster, The Mighty Diamonds, Idris Muhammad, Hot Snakes, R.M.O., Banda Bassotti, Brick, D'Angelo, Deakin, Letta Mbulu, Glambeats Corp., Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Eli Mardock, Oneida, The Gap Band, MC5, The Blackbyrds, Darondo, Yellowson, Metal Thangz, UT, DJ Style, Jeru the Damaja, Clear Light, the Swans, Rosa Yemen, Severed Heads, Thee Headcoats, Jawbox, The Fortunes, Echo & the Bunnymen, Livin' Joy, The Monks, Man Eating Sloth, Negative Approach, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, The Monochrome Set, Joe Finger, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Hardrive, Moby Grape, Guru Guru, Mo-Dettes, Cybotron, Ituana, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)